CROSSING THE WILD WAVES (Familiá Altamirano #2)

CHAPTER 1

I don't do boyfriend

        WHAT makes men think that they have the right to my body? All the men I go on dates with try to sleep with me on the first date. . . However, they failed to get on my pants. Why would I allow them in the first place to have a taste on me? If they don't even deserve even just a peek?

I don't hate men in general, but some men are really trash. Hindi sila makuntento sa isang babae. How many vaginas do they even want to fuck at the same time? I remembered the men in my past— those trash cheated on me.

Hawak na nga nila ang ginto, hindi pa sila nakuntento at naghanap pa ng bato.

Those two were the ones who turned me into something I am today — A coach. . . A coach in a game called playing with fire.

A game of no-string attachment. No feelings involved. Only flirting and fucking.

I learned to love the sound of my feet walking away from the things not meant for me.

Well, being single is better than being lied to, cheated on and disrespected.

Women don't deserve a man who makes them feel they weren't enough.

Some people asked me why I am settling with no-string attached situationship. Why wouldn't I? Men don't deserve me.

But sometimes, I still desire the true meaning of love with the right man: A man who's brave enough to cross and tame the wild waves in me.

"You must take the responsibility for taking my purity, lady!" he says without hesitation, making me almost puke because of his awful statement.

My eyes almost bulge out of my skull.

"Gago ka ba? We didn't have sex last night!" I stated frankly.

His frown deepened. "Really?" He sounded like a child when he asked me.

I nodded, looking at him with amusement.

What is this guy? He looked so innocent. Namumula ang buong mukha niya hanggang sa leeg habang nakatakip sa hubad niyang katawan ang puting comforter. He looked like a turtle trying to hide on his shell.

"But you still need to take responsibility for taking my first kiss!" he exclaimed.

My lips gradually parted. "What do you want me to do?" I rested my hand on my waist.

He bowed his head in silence before he spoke again. "I want you to be my girlfriend. . ."

My eyes grew wider. "What? No way! Utusan mo na akong maglakad sa labas ng nakahubad, huwag lang 'yan! That's gross!"

He went dazed. "W-Why? But you got my first kiss!" his weak voice cracked.

My nose flared at his answer.

"Are you out of your mind?! I don't do boyfriends! Jesus! We're already in the 21st century! Stop making kiss a big deal!" I said, trying not to puke when I heard his proposal.

His demeanour immediately changed. His expression slowly turned into icily.

"Maybe for you, that kiss isn't important, but for me, it was. My first kiss is solely for my future wife!" he says with emphasis.

My lips parted, and I couldn't utter a word for a minute.

Is he conservative? Maybe a date to marry? If does, then I really think I just met my match! Fuck. I suddenly felt guilty just by looking at him.

I took a deep breath. "I apologize if I stole your first kiss last night, okay? But I can't be your girlfriend because I don't like being cage in a relationship. In addition, we just met. I don't even know your name. . ." I said in a calm voice as I stared at him.